A letter to Ahmet

Started by SilverK, August 22, 2024, 06:54:21 PM

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SilverK

AHMET,

Long have you been gone, but I have not longed for your absence to finish.

Where were you, friend?

But since you are here. We must share words. We must plan, as much as that makes me despair.

ASHERIAS MYL
CHAMPION OF THE LEAGUE OF WHITE

Ahmet

Dear Ms. Myl,

I must apologize for my absence this past fortnight; allow me to elucidate briefly on the matter as per your request:

I had urgent business back home in Baz'eel, for my mother's health was ailing and I needed to, in a rush, look after her a while. I had, also, some various sundry affairs for which I've had to take account. I pray this is sufficient explanation, for I've no wish to elaborate further on private matters.

I would be more than happy to accept your invitation to speak on the pressing election ahead, however I must urge you to not despair, for the skies—marred with innumerable discomforts—bear a silver lining on the rims of the stars and glittering stars alike.

They may turn their heaviest cannons towards the White League as they enter into a myriad of cabalistic agreements, haggling over which piece or that of the people's fortunes they'll divvy up amongst their number, and you may despair at this! Indeed, you may quiver at the quaking of their footfalls on the sands as they march, their might seeming monstrous, their voracity unquenchable, their armour impervious. However, it is not so! For true power lies at the backs of the just and the true, forever and always.

Notwithstanding, the divine truth remains that tutti quanti remains at our side. We need only win the confidence of the masses, and they shall break the skies and earth to make their liberation so! Resuscitate this latent optimism, agitate the many, and the passing of History's Wheel shall bring the complete annihilation of this Voiced-Autocracy.

This is our bounden duty as the vanward White Spears (that same stuff of legend, not the mercenaries!) of the people, for we must be thrust into the wicked hearts of those venal renegades of the Gold and Purple with all the strength and sentiment of a hundred-thousand Maribs.

Respectfully yours,
Ahmet Yildirim